Me and Wordsworth...

It was good to see my writer chum, Ian Davidson, last night, in Broughton Mills. It was even good before I saw him: I let myself into his house, where the first few chapters of his next book, Me and Wordsworth, were laid out on the kitchen table, with an accompanying instruction… to ‘start here’. Before Ian returned I poured myself a glass of wine and read a couple of chapters. They read well. I’m sure the rest of the book will be just as funny and incisive…

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